We tend to attract strays, since our dog-pee-scented yard lets them know somebody gets fed around our house, which we tolerate, for the most part. We usually get to know the pets from the white-trash house on 7th avenue (the one that used to have a Nazi flag as drapes), who then get a ride to the pound, a vet check-up, and a square meal before a ride home (after their owner ponies up a fine). If we were a bit more artistically cruel, we could mark the strays for easy identification, like this unlucky puppy. On one hand, it can't be comfortable to have their fur glued down until it grows out, but it beats being put down at the pound (or even shot; I've heard of people owning a .22 in town for plinking rabbits and other pests) and it draws attention to the owners, the ones who let the problem happen in the first place, when the pet finds their way home. Maybe orange is the best color; not only will it draw attention (like abandoned Detroit homes), but make them more visible at night.
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